I just cooked

I just cooked.

Wow, right?

Bought a stir fry mix - bean sprouts, red onion, peppers, corn, carrot, some white thing.

Plus prawns. I love prawns! YUM!

Plus a sauce - some oyster and garlic sauce.

Plus noodles, egg noodles.

Cooked them altogether.

Seasoning - chili powder and ginger.

Also made a smoothie.

2 bananas

1 kiwi

half of peach and cereal yoghurt

milk

The food wasn't the best, but I was hungry, so stuffed my face.

Smoothie's lovely and sweet.

Also bought Double Decker chocolate.

Yeah it says "milk chocolate with a soft, chewy nougat top & crunchy cereal bottom"

It tastes more like "milk chocolate with a soft, chewy toffee top & crunchy rice crispies bottom" to me.

Anyway, so I went to the shop before all this.

Really didn't like it.

I get really self concious when I'm the only person crossing the road when all those long lines of cars are wating after me.

Mh, I just hate all the traffic and the hustle-bustle.

It's so much better in my quiet little room.

Oh, paid 10 euro for the hospital bill.

Rockin' the REM with Chester Jenston

So, I had the weirdest dream this morning.

Had my window open and since there's like a transformers' gathering spot outside my window, the noise woke me up several times.

I guess that's why I never fell asleep deeply and had the chance to have this weird dream.

At first I was bathing my daughter who looked like a rag doll.

She jumped out of the bath and ran outside to play.

I ran after her to put a hat on her.

Then for some reason my bf was after me with no good intentions.

He then turned into my father.

So I got my daughter and we hid in the basement under the stairs.

Then all of a sudden I was attacked by this big burly man, wearing a tight gray short sleeved t shirt.

I kind of saw a sign under the stairs on the wall, that said Chester Jenston...or Jensen.

I was like, "Omg! It's Chester Jenston!"

He was sort of raping me, in doggy style if you must know.

I was freaked out at first and thinking, "Ew, a blond man is shagging me," (he had quite a puffy blond fluff on his head and I don't fancy blond men).

Then I told him, "Hey, this actually feels good."

And, "Can I put my daughter on the ground?"

For some reason we were floating while doing it and I had my daughter in my hands.

Anyway, then I woke up and went online to check who this Chester guy is.

Well, this is what I found when searching for Chester Jensen:

Does this look like a burly blond man wearing a tight gray T shirt?

Chester-Jensen are manufacturers of sanitary stainless steel heat exchange and processing equipment.

I have no idea why I got that name in my head.

Just got out of shower, will try to pay some of that hospital bill today. Got my money.

Feel shitty though...must be PMS.

Prone to addiction

I'm absolutely craving for crisps and sweets.
It's insane!
I've watched That 70s Show like a hundred times and it never gets boring.
All of the 8 seasons!
The same goes for all the other DVDs I own and the films on my computer.
When I start liking a song, it's the only song I listen to for days or in some cases weeks.
Like yesterday, I was watching videos on Youtube and came over a Justin Bieber song.
I listened to it so so sooo many times.
Yeah, his voice is kinda girly and blah, but he does a decent job, plus I like pop music.
I don't fancy Justin - he's a child afterall.

Gaahhh, I need money, I want to buy yummy stuff. Damn the Social Welfare people.
If I don't see my money tomorrow I'm gonna be super pissed. And I mean super pissed!
I'm thinking maybe they won't send me the money cause I didn't pay the hospital bill yet.
Oh, let me tell ya, if you don't send me the money, I'll never pay for the damn bill. Just cause I don't have the money.

Moan. Moan. Moan!

Maybe I'll ask someone for a euro and buy a pack of chips. Then eat them with Taco sauce..mmmm.....

Saw the plains from a closed point of view

Saw a psychologist.

Talked the same thing all over again.

Stomach is being a bitch, must be the crisps I had last night.

A few posts ago I was talking about collecting money.

Well, since the damn Paddy's days has been all over the place this week, the Social Welfare bastards have been slacking and I didn't have money for the bus fare to go to the psychologist.

Had to cash my change.

Boo!

The bus took the long way to get to the town. Saw the plains I go walking on from the bus. Was weird.

Felt like a different place.

Anyway, putting some clothes to the wash and trying to eat something for the first time today.

Little funnies

Just have to say the old prayers

  

Father Dougal: Our Father, who art in heaven... (thinks)

Father Ted: Hollowed.

Father Dougal: Hollowed be thy... (thinks)

Father Ted: Name.

Father Dougal: (indecisively) Ah, papa don't preach.

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Gotta love the popculture

(Nicked it off someone's blog. Thanks!)
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Grooming when you're not grooming

(Father Dougal walks into the room)

Dougal: Morning, Ted.

Father Ted: Morning, Dougal. Uh, Dougal? There's, uh... There's some shaving cream just there. (points at his own neck)

Dougal: (looks at Ted's neck) No, there's not, Ted. You're grand.

Ted: No, on you.

Dougal: Oh, where exactly, Ted?

Ted: Just there, below your ear.

Dougal: Here? (rubs below his ear)

Ted: Yes, there's a bit more... (points at his own chin)

Dougal: (rubs own chin) Gone?

Ted: No, there's still just a... Dougal, it's all over the place.

Dougal: (walks in front of the mirror) Oh, God. How on earth did all that get there? I didn't even shave this morning.